You almost chuck your phone against the wall, but no, you’re texting Dave and he seems to be the only thing keeping you grounded right now. You’re ignoring anything and everything your Dave sends you because you feel like you’re going to be sick if you look at them. Instead you text Dave until you can’t take it anymore and quietly creep out of your room.

You slide on your shoes and a jacket and promptly leave the apartment. You don’t get a couple steps outside the building before you get another message from your Dave. The temptation to check it is too much and you do.

You just barely send your next text off to Dave before you’re bent over and throwing up into a bush. It’s not much, just the stupid apple slice you forced yourself to ingest half an hour ago. It burns and makes you cough but you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and keep moving.

You’re shivering and your ears are flat against your head as you slow down to text Dave every time he replies. You hate being late replying to texts and your fingers tremble as you try and hit the right buttons.

After a ridiculous amount of time and walking, you finally reach your house, opening the door and not bothering to turn on the lights. The house is fairly empty and cold and you shoot down another one of Dave’s suggestions to stay the night at his place again. Instead you scavenge in closets you didn’t fully clean out and pull together all the old clothing and blankets you didn’t take with you when you pretty much moved out.

You deposit the soft items in your trusty room closet and crawl in, shutting the squeaky door and nuzzling into the pile of blankets and warmth.  

You eventually fall sleep texting Dave and crying. 

wandererstuck:

In the seedy city of Sburbia, not all is what it seems. Underground organized crime runs this big city, and no one tries to stop it. The gang is law, and the officers are too busy trying to keep their own asses alive to care about the activities of three big groups they have no hope of stopping.

The Felt, the Midnight Crew, and the Wanderers all specialize in something different, running different functions in the city and upholding some semblance of a system.

Now aren’t you curious where you’d fit in? Aren’t you curious what group you’d have history with, where your abilities would fit and grow and prosper?

Everyone’s got their niche in the city, you just have to tell us where yours is. 

Take a look and carve out a place for yourself. 

> Wandererstuck

wandererstuck:

In the seedy city of Sburbia, not all is what it seems. Underground organized crime runs this big city, and no one tries to stop it. The gang is law, and the officers are too busy trying to keep their own asses alive to care about the activities of three big groups they have no hope of stopping.

The Felt, the Midnight Crew, and the Wanderers all specialize in something different, running different functions in the city and upholding some semblance of a system.

Now aren’t you curious where you’d fit in? Aren’t you curious what group you’d have history with, where your abilities would fit and grow and prosper?

Everyone’s got their niche in the city, you just have to tell us where yours is. 

Take a look and carve out a place for yourself. 

> Wandererstuck

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nichanichun:

haaa i’m so satisfied… yep, i’m done.

redkimchisoup:

i wanted to make a dave cat too u///u

zzz muh

so i’ve got two anons in my ask box. 

one that makes me thirteen for a week and one that makes me 18 until march first. which one to choose…